Victoria Nunoo

I'M A Sinner; I'M A Saint. - Poem by Victoria Nunoo

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It's been 22years now; and I look upon those hillsThe twin hills; that stand facing each otherThe great towers that rise in full distinct of each otherThe great book says I was born a sinner; man says I was born a saintWith no blemish; a little child dressed in whiteWho landed all naked with a cry; a cry into an immoral worldI grew in innocence and grace; till I became eveYearning for a forbidden fruitIt drew me to it; it told me it was the sweetestI believed it; I tasted itIndeed, it had the sweetest tasteI feel bad for Adam; he didn't taste as much as I tastedYet he suffers a great dealMy eyes beseech these unlike hills that towers up to the heavensThe first a dump for sinners and its twin a heap for saintsI've seen Christ; I've seen the devilI know them both; I try to belong to oneI try to be a saint; but my thoughts wouldn't allow meIs it my thoughts that cause me to sin? Or my bodySin is sweet; sin is pain…It is a sweet evilBeing a saint is hard…and gloriousI dream of white robes; the songs of saintsI live in the joys of the worldThe loud banging music; the clubs of men and stench of beerI dream of showing the woman I can be; and having the praises of AdamDon't blame me Jesus…Don't blame me devil…I was born a sinner; I was born a saint!